If Mr. Davis was like that all the time, I realized, I probably wouldn't want to go back to Mr. Reiser. Well, I would want to go back, I always would ...ecause I loved my old Master, but I wouldn't fight it so much, would I? They were both white men and it was their business, not mine. I was property, stolen property now, but it still didn't mean I had a say in what Mr. Davis did with me. Except he kept telling me I was going to be free and he loved me, sso it should have been partly up to me. He removed his shirt over his head, and he hung it on a nearby bush, along with the bandanna. He took another bandanna out of his pocket and tied it around his collar-length brown hair. He liked working outside with its honest sweat and tanning sunshine. Soon after he resumed mowing, the zen monotony of walking back and forth across the grass freed his mind to think of other things. He had balanced his checkbook the night before, and there wasn't much money left from his job in the bursar's. She had decided to wear her short denim skirt along with a thin top that was short enough to show her tiny waist. It was obvious that she had decided not to wear a bra. Her nipples were particularly noticeable as the thin material draped over her young perky breasts. As a kicker to me she had worn the new boots I had recently surprised her with. When they arrived at the club CJ was surprised and disappointed to see Max, one of the other bouncers, at the front door instead of Roger. Max gave her. .." she moans, impatient for pleasure. "What're you doing, Lesley? Lick me, touch me... something, damn it!" Hmmm ... I don't think so," I purr, in control and liking it. "You're a demanding little girl, aren't you? And quite lacking in manners." I pause to blow once more, and she shivers. "If youreally want to be fucked, child ... ask me nicely."Josie is quivering with excitement, but clearly unwilling to plead for what she craves. Her right hand begins to slowly glide over the tummy and.